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Does God Exist

Good it is if unanswered,
Some questions on man's mind.
Better it is if to some,
Answers are given.
Disastrous it is if to one- just one-
Wrong answers are provided.

To many, the whole of life
Is a product of chance:
The work of mere luck.
To others, out of nothing it came.
But this I will ask:
Is there no sense of purpose in the universe?

With consistency the sun rises and goes down,
And in the dark, the moon soars high;
Suitable for habitation is the planet Earth,
And over it, with his powers, man rules.
Are all these phenomena products of chance?
No! From a self-existent God they are!

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THE PARADOX OF LIFE

To him this may be a wrong 
For you it is a song
At this in the town they frown
But to their king it is a crown
Oh! What a beautiful lake!
Ah! This is a complete fake!

Here it is a terrible pain
With this comes much gain
Flying above is the scorpion's sting
Dancing around is a wedding ring
The coward has gone in to hide
This soldier is fighting with pride

The houses were raised in a  blaze
In the fields are the sheep to graze
him they perceive to be mere fun
But she they behold as their sun
With God some put up a strife
Many in Christ  enjoy eternal life

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SELNATISM

Like splashes of mud on a shirt,
To the world numerous problems cling.
And to entities other than himself,
Man attributes their sources:
God, satan, nature, circumstances, etc.

Strange though it may seem,
Most of the bad in our "Big Egg"
Are his handiwork! Who? Man!
Just like his tripartite nature,
Problems he creates in three basic ways:

Through his deliberate acts;
Through his mistakes;
Through his ignorance.

For our world to have the last laugh,
The above triplet he must beat.
This is SELNATISM!

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Good Tidings

There comes the month of December,
When His birth people remember.
He was born in a manger,
He who was to be the world Changer.
Jesus was born in that glorious night,
So that the world can have true light.

To the shepherds announced the angel:
"Good Tidings! Here comes 'Immanuel!'"
For good and endless reasons,
Jesus is relevant in all seasons.
He was born to establish a kingdom,
In which man is given freedom.

Lasting joy His birth brings,
And for this the soul sings.
As when a bird lies down in its nest,
Jesus was born to give you rest.

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CHRIST THE HEALER

Him we behold the healer of repute
Carrying power that is not minute
So compassionate is He that He shows mercy
On the down trodden whose lives are messy
In His stripes there is healing
For all those who are willing

Oh! How He bore our grief
So that our pains may be brief
Our condition He knows
Its correction He vows
His blood which was allowed to spill
Is bringing and working healing still

Having paid the full price of our debt on the cross
He has given us Himself in the place of our loss
In Christ we find oasis
In our time of crisis
Christ is the light that now glows
Having dealt the devil great blows

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THE SUFFERING LORD

On the rugged and cruel cross
Which stood on the hill without gloss 
On it with its pains and misery
Happened something like a mystery
There my Lord and my King
Was slain with much death's sting

His blood was shed like water
Just for me to know the Father better
On Him was poured the world's shame
So that I can glory in the divine Name
Him they tortured like a criminal
For me to receive the life eternal

How He struggled with much agony!
Which later became history's testimony
Himself He poured out like a drink offering
For all of the world's ills and suffering
On His body He bore the burden
Of those who are heavily laden

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THE WICKED HELL

With great agony its prisoners will yell
And its stings never will they quell
Nothing will spur them to sigh ,'Yippee'!
For horror and terror there will they see
People will burn in an eternal furnace
Where for them help will not surface

In utter darkness will they abide
Those who in sin take pride
There will they suffer great torment
And their sorrows will be permanent
Their teeth they will gnash
As a result of eternal lash

Hell is not a place to spend the night
For escape will never come into sight
Like a man indefinitely thrown into a dungeon
The hope of hell's inhabitants will never burgeon
Their source of guilt will be spiritual neglect
And their greatest regret will be Christ they reject

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ETERNITY BECKONS

You are nearer eternity than ever
From where people go back never
Every thought of eternity is of great necessity
For on it rests the ultimate destiny of humanity
Every choice you make strikes an eternal string
As when the farmer's acts are weighed in the spring

Your life on earth is never spent in the dark
As eternity will soon bring out its true mark
As you greatly desire to be affluent
Don't forget eternity is imminent
The world may approve your actions to be good
Eternity will soon appear to remove their hood

You are daily walking towards the other side of the planet
Like an object that is at the mercy of a magnet
In a jiffy you will be off the scene
And you will depart never to be seen
In eternity you will appear to receive the Father's embrace
Or to face the judgement which leads to eternal disgrace

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WHEN WE GET THERE

There on the golden street
All the saints will meet
Where all tears will be wiped away
With lives never to be in disarray
One person will call another with joy
As when a child so delights in his toy

We shall forever be free from fear
As our Shepherd will always be near
Nothing shall we do in a hurry
For we shall dwell without worry
We shall enjoy heavenly inheritance
Just because of Christ's importance

A perfect life shall we enjoy
Like a favoured and esteemed envoy
None of our sorrows will ever remain
When we appear in God's domain
God in His presence we shall abide
Where our needs He will forever provide

Copyright © John Adelakun | Year Posted 2011